"lamen" poems
i miss your lips
the way they'd smoothly dance
like a genie in a lamp
as you'd sing
and speak
how sweet your memory tastes
though the reality has long since faded
i cling to my effervescent exaggerations of our tangled past
replaying time to time
on the dream-screen of my mind
as i snack lightly on the salty remarks of my youth
and i laugh
it hurts
but it feels so healthy
you fade through the moon-mist
and dismiss your own existence
once again proclaiming that you are nothing
but an extension of it all
a fingerprint of the wilky-way
just a strand of DNA
swimming through the wake of infinite expansion
i miss it
the beer-breath incantions you'd softly slur after dark
the kisses you'd plant along my edges
like the vines that trace the hedges
in the front lawn of that dusty place we'd fake our love
nostalgia always begins so inviting
untill you're finally feeling sea-sick
from the over-ingestion of false sweets
and pure imagination
now we're so far gone
living in a different reality entirely
i don't think i'd even know your face if i saw it
i know you only by the way your shape fits in the frame
another handsome man
trapped forever in the reels of film of my mind
but i'll remember you
you're woven into the wood works
drunkenly dancing through a serendipitous sea of names
stands the lamen's term for your current shape
your birth-given name
credited with a handfull of scars
left behind by a man who forced me to grow
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
Escupe gente que no tienen ereccion
y lamen constituciones congeladas !
Escupe la falsa historia de las calles !
Escupe la cabeza del poder !
Escupe comerciantes de sustancias ,
las sotanas de la oscuridad
y santos Zares !
Escupe dioses falsificadores
y templos de atontamiento !
Escupe el preparan ballonetas
y intelectuales militaristas !
Escupe los Nobel de la paz
y dictatores Nobelistas !
Escupe primeros de Mayo vendidos
y lamentos espias !
Esupe al anfitrion de los pueblos
para que no levante cabeza !
Escupe relojes despertadores
que te guian a la tristeza !
Escupe a los que duermen
tranquilos en la noche
y suenan viajes a Marte !
Escupe la Camora de alcahuetes abogados
al fiscal que te escupe alos ojos
y te manda al numero 60
de la pandilla !
Al salario de hambre
y al multilado esperma de tu
emleador escupe !
Escupe la invisible cara de la luna !
Escupe la libertad que te proparsionan Salvadores !
Escupe la poetica antologia
que vomitase este poema mio !
Escupe los 47 anos de tu poeta
como lehan escupido
durante 47 anos continuos
los ratas capitalistas !
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 6:26 AM UTC
*1, 2, 3... Cuento y nada cambia,
los lobos lamen sus patas
y los conejos ven mientras los cazas.
Veme, creme, suelta tu alma
porque todo lo tienes sin ser nada.
Rie de la vida porque ella se burla de ti.
Corre, grita, canta
pero no lo hagas para vivir.
Abraza el destino, es su cumpleaños
y el no sabe que estas aquí.*
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 4:31 AM UTC
Sé que te traes algo entre manos,
sé que me estas comiéndome con la vista,
desvistiéndome con el pensamiento,
bebiendo de mi ser en cada trago,
tragándote los deseos de tomarme en plena barra,
subirme en el mostrador para;
barrer mi desafiante mirada,
mirarme embelesado mientras suplico……
que sigas, que pares,
que más lento, más rápido,
más violento, más suave,
que quiero más, mas, mas, y más!
Más de ti, de mí, de ese derretimiento de éxtasis.
De ese arrobamiento de locura entre chocantes cuerpos.
De una degenerada y desafiante entrega entre dos extraños,
que solo quieren olvidarse un rato,
entre brazos que se jalan, que se estremecen,
entre piernas que se atan, que se amarran para poder contenerse,
entre labios que se besan desenfrenadamente,
entre dientes que se muerden la vida,
entre mordidas que avivan la carne,
que dejan la piel morada como uva,
sangrando pasión, destilando aventura.
Entre lenguas que lamen prudencia,
diciendo las cosas más bellas, las más obscenas.
Entre narices que inhalan algarabías de incontrolables deseos,
de seguir, de desquitarse con el tiempo,
en una noche que comenzó con una simple e inofensiva mirada,
que nos invitaba a dejar el tedio entre los brazos de dos extraños.
Sé que te traes algo entre manos.
¿Cómo lo sé? ¡Porque yo también lo estoy pensando!
LeydisProse
7/5/2017
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Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
I have listened to your soul while you were yearning in the cold. About anywhere, am not even close to you but for some reason, there awaits a hope. Losen yourself from the invisible chains of evil, let go of the lamen thoughts. Feel the light piercing through your heart and gather the fallen pieces. Eliminate your unworthy memory and come forth from the start. Value your rights not by comparison or fights but lead on a positive path, full of life and compassion. Hate not the truth that unfolds before you like a chapter, face it with gratitude and other's will embrace your character. Don't run after materialistic objects or someones attention. Why slump down with regrets and hurt yourself with rejection. Life is for living and if more, than a righteous giving, to those unfortunate beings around us. We are moving trees with many branches bearing beautiful flowers and leaves. These branches and flowers depict our physical being, appearance, beauty and thoughts. Likewise, as the roots reach down the toughest, rocky soil, this is our inner visible self. This tells how much we have run deep and thought of our lifetime challenges. If our roots hit a stone while growing, that doesn't mean that life is over. The roots, hence our thoughts give us the options to re-route our lives. We are the makers of who we are from inside. The aura accumulates and the actual beauty shines, outside. Let others judge, let them dig their own graves. Just focus on the possibilities, and make them happen. Try the kindness and caring theory, am sure someone, somewhere is hoping for this miracle. This is you, this can be you if only you believe and confined in yourself. Stop thinking that you maybe cursed from birth. Help others, not just humans but every living being on our beautiful tearing apart earth.
©sim
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC